Bodega Testo
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Testo Bodega
Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
I’ve got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva
In the jungle, ain’t nobody gon’ save us
So me and my niggas chasing this paper
Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
I come from the side where they pop ya
Then talk to ya doctor and cry with ya mama
I grew up ‘round killers and robbers
Who wanna be ballers and live like the Carters Homie in the street chasing pesos
We used to play Legos, now he play with Dracos
He still be outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
We still—
Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
I’ve got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva
In the jungle, ain’t nobody gon’ save us
So me and my niggas chasing this paper
Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
Lately my life feel like a movie
Ya girl wanna do me, she get doggy like Scooby
Paranoid, maybe I’m too high
I don’t trust these new guys
That car passed a few times
Niggas telling me that it’s on site
But when I’m in they sight, I guess they change they mind
Won’t catch me slipping at the bodega, bodega, bodega
Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
I’ve got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva
In the jungle, ain’t nobody gon’ save us
So me and my niggas chasing this paper
Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
I need a guantalamela
And a million dollar billas
Keep my toes on the ground like 100 caterpillars
Mama say that I’m the realest, wanna move out to the Villas
Away from those who wanna kill us when we—
Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
I’ve got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva
In the jungle, ain’t nobody gon’ save us
So me and my niggas chasing this paper
Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
I’ve got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva
In the jungle, ain’t nobody gon’ save us
So me and my niggas chasing this paper
Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
I come from the side where they pop ya
Then talk to ya doctor and cry with ya mama
I grew up ‘round killers and robbers
Who wanna be ballers and live like the Carters Homie in the street chasing pesos
We used to play Legos, now he play with Dracos
He still be outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
We still—
Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
I’ve got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva
In the jungle, ain’t nobody gon’ save us
So me and my niggas chasing this paper
Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
Lately my life feel like a movie
Ya girl wanna do me, she get doggy like Scooby
Paranoid, maybe I’m too high
I don’t trust these new guys
That car passed a few times
Niggas telling me that it’s on site
But when I’m in they sight, I guess they change they mind
Won’t catch me slipping at the bodega, bodega, bodega
Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
I’ve got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva
In the jungle, ain’t nobody gon’ save us
So me and my niggas chasing this paper
Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
I need a guantalamela
And a million dollar billas
Keep my toes on the ground like 100 caterpillars
Mama say that I’m the realest, wanna move out to the Villas
Away from those who wanna kill us when we—
Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
I’ve got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva
In the jungle, ain’t nobody gon’ save us
So me and my niggas chasing this paper
Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
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